gangsters crowding the streets of the mind
malice dripping from ball-caps and tee-shirts
the fury of May drawn from violent holsters
rains down upon cities in mourning for ruined
respect at the hands of disturbing rash actions
by uniforms lost of their mission and moment
inciting the worst and the best of reactions
a frenzy of ethics unloosed in mad torrents
as neighbors and neighborhoods drown in
its consequence telltale of bad and good
wrong and right false and true no longer clear
indistinguishable as the blood from the tears
in the eyes of conflicted old poets confused
by emotion and reason left watching in pain

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